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it, I gave it.
... NEITHER WHEN NOR WHERE. YOU JUST GAVE IT. EVEN NOW HAVE I COME NEAR YOU?
You will come near me, when you reach yourself. There is no other way to come near me. Reach yourself and you have reached me. Know yourself and you have known me. You don't need to make any outer pilgrimage towards me -- descend deeper and deeper within.
I DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT SANNYAS THEN, NOR DO I KNOW ANYTHING NOW.
... it will happen, soon you will know. I DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ... THEN, NOR DO I KNOW ANYTHING NOW. -- this is true. But this attitude is good where you think, where you know, that you don't know. Unfortunate are they who don't know but think they know. You are in the right state. This is the attitude of the innocent mind, "I don't know." You are empty, you can be filled. There are some who don't know anything -- and their number is vast -- but they think they know. Through this wrong idea, they miss even what they could have known.
Knowledge prevents -- prevents you from real knowing. If you know that you are ignorant, then you are moving in the right direction. The ultimate happens only in such innocence of mind. To know that I don't know, is the first step towards knowing.
WHAT WORTHINESS DO I HAVE? WHAT TRUST AND SURRENDER HAVE I GOT?
This feeling arises in a worthy person's heart, "What worthiness do I have?" The unworthy think, "Who is as worthy as I am?"
This feeling of humility itself is worthiness, that what do I deserve, what surrender, what trust do I have? This is the indication of trust. The seed is present, one just needs to wait: at the appropriate time, in the appropriate season, it will sprout, the transformation will happen.
And this journey is a rare journey. This journey is a journey of the unknown, of the unknowable.
This hiding behind the veils of continuing silence. It is in vain that now I have become one who knows the secret.
In the madness of you I lost my peace. In your pain I have become a flame filled with joy.
In the hands of time I have been so bent that I who was once an arrow, have now become a bow.
No companion, no guide for this
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